As The Fire & Blizzard Fade

[LupTacco]

Bearstar reminisced in her den. The last of the apprentices old enough to remember the fire were finally grown up. A sense of pride puffed up her chest; it was a sign of the strength of her clan that these young cats had made it here and were still so full of their own fires instead of being made timid by their early experiences. Seeing no need to delay, having considered her decisions the night before already, she prowled around to the outside of her den and leapt atop the stony perch. "May all cats old enough to cross the waterfall gather below for a clan meeting!" 

Once the cats had all more or less assembled, she wasted no time in starting. "Leaf-bare continues to do its worst, and we continue to thwart it. These past couple moons have shown the forest that MistClan will not be snuffed out- not by freezing cold nor searing fire. Today, we will be welcoming some warriors who were young on the journey here, the fire a distant memory for them. Their bravery has never left them, and I am proud to be able to give them their names. Ravenpaw, Dovepaw, Finchpaw, Tansypaw, Wolfpaw- step forward." The leader waited for them to come to the front of the crowd with a patient, contented look. 

"Ravenpaw, I have seen you grow into exactly the sort of cat you always watched as a kit- you are a truly great warrior, with a brilliant mind to match. For this you will be named Ravenfrost." 

"Though you have been quiet in your apprenticeship, Dovepaw, your lack of speech does not mean a lack of show. Though it may sound plain, it is a comment on your fine looks and steady personality- you will be Dovepelt." 

"Finchpaw. I considered many names for you, and I believe you will like the one I have chosen- you will be Finchtongue, for your love of talking with your friends and chasing tales. Never lose your playful spirit." 

"And you, Tansypaw. Though quieter than your brother, you still open up considerably around those you love, and all who meet you remember your voice. You are now Tansysong." 

"Your fierce drive to proof yourself coupled with your innate strength has made you powerful in more ways than one, Wolfpaw. Your bold attitude compliments you, earning you the name Wolfblaze." 

Satisfied with their naming, Bearstar paused to let the clan greet them anew, before addressing one final pair of cats tonight. "Stoatkit, come up front. You have reached the right age to begin your training. Though you are still young, you display great wit- almost frighteningly so for one your age. Someone with strong ties to the clan and its codes, who can prevent you from abusing them unduly, should train you. You will train under Archfeather as Stoatpaw." The naming over, Bearstar dismissed the cats after they called each name one last time, and hopped down. She'd be keeping an eye on certain young cats, but she was confident she made the right choices. 

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Don’t mind Nightfur over here in the back. She’s crying softly to herself, just as she had struggled not to do during Tansy and Finch’s apprentice ceremony. This time, she just can’t contain herself. Her babies are all grown up in front of her, becoming warriors. It seemed like only yesterday they were little mewling puffballs nestled with their lost siblings on the soft mossy floor of the old nursery. It seemed like only a few hours ago that she was half carrying half leading her tiny litter away from the firy wreckage of the nursery and their old camp, yet for some reason the air is filled with a chill rather than the heat from the flames.

But no, they are all grown up, standing up there with their full warrior names. It’s just too much for Momfur. She grins up at them, pride shining in her teary eyes. Finchtongue. Her grin widens, amused at Bearstar’s words. It was just too perfect for the little darling, though he will always be her little Finchkit. Tansysong. It’s a beautiful name, Nightfur decides, more tears flowing into her fur, a beautiful name for a beautiful young warrior. Proud Momma is proud.

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Stoatkit stood beside the nursery, where she had made her home for the past moons. However, her kit hood was quickly approaching its end. As she heard her name, her small ears turned, perking to ear the words that her leader would speak. As she walked up to greet her leader, she felt a sparking anticipation that bubbled from deep within her. 
'You have reached the right age to begin your training. Though you are still young, you display great wit- almost frighteningly so for one your age.'
She leaned forward, and licked her leader's shoulder, bowing her head with respect, then did the same to her mentor.